I park in my sister’s driveway, walk up onto the front porch, and raise my hand to knock when the door opens. She’s standing there in gray sweatpants and a gray hoodie, blond hair piled in a bun on top of her head and no makeup on. “You look great,” I tease. “I bet that look brings all the boys to your yard.” “Shut up,” she snarks back. “It’s my day off.”
